Okay, I have this thing about big dolls.... That kissy doll is around 2 feet tall and when you pull her arms together with the palms touching she blows a kiss.
Now if the fact that old kissy was as big I was at age 3, the hissy popping sound of the kiss, surely scared me. I thought she had a snake inside her that I woke up when I moved her arms together.
The other doll- like creations I still get the creeps over are ventriloquist dummies.
My Mom used to make me watch scary movies with her when I was little. One that has always stayed with me was the 1964 Devil Doll.
This evil magician found a way to trap a victim's consciousness inside his ventriloquist dummy. He kept the poor dummy in a cage each night. So, we have the origins of my claustrophobia, the fear of being controlled by someone else, and the hatred of humanoid doll like things pretending to be something they're not....what a cornucopia of fears....
Now at age 49, I make art dolls for a living....go figure. I make Cthulhu monsters, ghosts, anthropomorphic figures, and all kinds of strange creatures.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really overcoming my fears by making these sculptures or just feeding them.
But, I do think it is much more challenging to create something that you're not completely comfortable viewing when you're finished with it.